Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Gong,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.